"By the way, have you seen three monks from East Land of the Tang Dynasty?" The food came, and for safety, Tang Zheng didn't take a bite.
"Is it the Tang Monk? Hmph, I hope I don't have to see that guy again, or I'll have to kill him." The female diners were filled with indignation, denouncing the Tang Monk, their expressions as if the Elder Monk Tang had committed a grave mistake.
"Can you take me to the royal palace?" Having received the answer he wanted, there was no need to wait any longer. Tang Zheng looked at one of the female diners, showing eight teeth and a most affable smile.
"Alright, okay." The female guest blushed, shyly lowering her head, while the others envied her good luck.
At this time, Li Zhixin was sitting in the boudoir of a young girl, looking at the reflective copper mirror, his heart thumping wildly.
